A/N: Last chapter, guys! (It's mostly sabriel, so if you don't like the ship you can just ignore this and treat the last chapter as an ending!) Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed/favorited/followed!
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"So, um, what about that case?" Sam asked, following Dean and Cas back into the bunker.
"You can handle it yourself, can't you Sammy?" Dean asked, "Plus, that'll give me and Cas some time to ourselves," Dean grinned, hooking his thumbs around the angel's belt loops and playfully tugging him closer.
"Don't forget about me!" Gabriel chirped, walking in behind Sam.
"I still don't even understand how you're alive," Cas frowned.
"What, you're the only one dad can bring back?"
"Well, that's just great. And Gabriel- thanks for, you know, risking your hide for us in the first place. Now mind leaving us the hell alone?" Dean asked.
"Sammy promised I could stay here with you guys," Gabriel beamed.
Dean made a face, looking between Sam and Gabriel. "You're not going to correct him?" he finally asked Sam.
Sam sighed. "I did say he could—"
"That's not what I'm talking about, Sam, but we'll get to that in a second," Dean said, holding up a finger. "He called you Sammy." Dean pointed to himself. "I'm the only one who calls you Sammy."
"Oh," Sam blinked, "Uh, right. It's Sam, Gabriel."'
"My sincerest apologies, Sam," Gabriel said with a sarcastic bow.
"Oh," Dean gasped, looking between Sam and Gabe again, this time with a wicked smile."I get it. So Sam said you could stay, huh?" Dean crossed his arms over his chest. He smiled at Sam, rising his eyebrows. Sam knew that smile well enough to know something bad was coming. "That's awfully…generous of him."
Sam scowled at Dean, shaking his head slightly. His expression cleared the second Gabriel glanced at him and he shrugged. "He died because of us and he has nowhere else to go. I figured it's the least we could do."
"Well if Sammy wants you to stay, then welcome to the club."
"Really?" Cas said, lips quirking up into a small smile as he looked at Dean, "You're okay with it? Even after everything he's done to us these past few weeks?"
"Hey! Are you really complaining, little bro? When you've got Dean Winchester tucked under your arm because of me?"
Dean frowned. "Don't objectify me."
Cas smiled, pulling Dean closer to his side. "You misunderstand me, Gabriel. I'd be more than happy to have you here, even though you tend to cause just as much trouble as you help."
"Maybe," Gabriel shrugged, "But hey, at least I got you your happy ending."
"You must be so proud of yourself. Anyways," Dean said, clapping Gabriel on the shoulder, "have fun in Tennessee, guys. You give that monster an ass-beating for me."
"Guys? Plural?" Sam asked, the panic evident in his voice.
Gabriel grinned mischievously up at Sam.
"Well, I figured Gabe could go with you on the hunt," Dean smiled innocently, "I mean, you were so eager to let him live here with us, clearly you don't mind his company."
"But—"
"I'm hurt, Sam," Gabriel said, putting a hand over his chest. "You don't want to hunt with me?"
"No, it's not that, it's just—"
"Sam," Dean said seriously. "Quit worrying about it- remember what I told you the other day. Go, and have fun."
Sam took a deep breath, frowning at his brother. "I'm going to solve a murder. With a trickster-slash-archangel. Who is no doubt going to prank me at least once on the trip. Our lives are seriously messed up if that's a situation that's supposed to be fun."
"No pranks. Promise. Now can I go?" Gabriel asked.
"Yeah," Sam sighed, shaking his head and smiling, "What the hell."
Cas rolled his eyes. "I don't want it to seem like I'm kicking either of you out, but I've been waiting to have sex with Dean for five years…"
Dean's jaw dropped and he turned, wide-eyed, to look at Cas. "Uh…"
"Well on that note," Gabriel clapped his hands together. "Let's go, Sammy. I'll drive." He reached up to touch two fingers to Sam's forehead, and they both disappeared.
"That's going to take some getting used to."
"Ah," Cas nodded, "I understand now. So Sam and Gabriel are—"
"Guess so."
"Hmmm," Cas said, turning to face Dean. He leaned forward, tilting his head to cover Dean's face with dozens of light kisses.
"What are you doing?" Dean laughed breathily, slipping his hands underneath Castiel's trench coat. He rested them on the angel's hips, his thumbs massaging gentle circles into Cas' sides.
"Kissing every one of your freckles," Cas said against the skin of Dean's cheek. "It's something I've always wanted to do."
"Have you seen how many freckles I have? That's going to take forever, dork."
"We have forever, Dean."
Dean kissed Cas lightly, feeling the angel's smile against his lips. "Yeah, but…you said something about sex?"
Cas abruptly pulled away, his eyes serious. "Your freckles can wait," he said, grabbing Dean's hand and pulling him to his room.
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"Uh, Gabriel?" Sam asked, eyes wide. He was rubbing his arms—it was cold and night all of a sudden (it was late afternoon just a few seconds ago, he swore), and he was wearing just a light plaid shirt and had no idea where they were. He turned and suddenly realized the cause behind the sudden time change. He craned his neck to look up at the thing in front of him, jaw slightly ajar. "I don't think this is Tennessee."
"What gave it away, Samsquatch? The guy with the beret and baguette that just walked by, or the thousand foot tall tower in front of you?"
Sam turned to look at Gabriel. "We're in Paris."
"You know why I like you so much, Sam?" Gabriel smirked, "You're so smart."
Sam huffed, looking back up at the Eiffel tower. "I mean, why are we in Paris?"
"Isn't it obvious? I only have one date to wow your pants off—you can take that literally or figuratively—so I'm going all out! We're having dinner at the Eiffel tower, then we have a quick stop in Venice, and then I know of this great ice cream place in Bristol, then after that maybe Rome—or, if you're up for it, the library of congress, 'cos I know you've never been and that's just a shame, considering how much of a geek you are. And as an archangel I can get us a, um, private tour—"
"You need to have a reservation months in advance to eat here, Gabe," Sam said quietly, still looking up at the Eiffel tower.
"Well, considering I helped build it, I think I get a free pass," Gabriel winked up at the taller Winchester.
"You did?" Sam asked, eyes wide. "I didn't know that."
"There's a lot you don't know about me," Gabe snorted.
"And there's a lot you don't know about me," Sam retaliated. "Because otherwise you'd know that I don't need all of this," he said gently, waving his arm toward the Eiffel tower, "to have a nice date. I don't need some big, grand romantic gesture—I was looking forward to just talking over a simple dinner."
"Talking?" Gabriel repeated, his eyebrows drawing together.
"Yeah," Sam laughed. "Talking. Just getting to know each other better. Just...drop the cocky act for one night. You can tell me about building the Eiffel Tower and I can tell you about how much I love running in the morning, you know? That kind of thing."
"Okay…" Gabriel nodded slowly, "I can do that. Where do you want to go for our date, then?"
Sam grinned at Gabriel. "Like, out of anywhere in the world?"
"Sam, I was ready to take you to dinner at the Eiffel tower. Yes, anywhere."
"Okay, okay, let me think," Sam said, pursing his lips. His face suddenly lit up. "Got it! So there's this restaurant in Colridge, Wisconsin—it's this mom and pop-type place, I think it's called White Fox Den or something. Something to do with an animal, I don't know. Dean and I went through there a few years back and it was seriously one of the greatest restaurants I've ever been to and it's adorable and just the perfect place to sit and talk to someone," Sam gushed.
"Say no more, Sammy," Gabriel smiled, reaching up to touch Sam on the forehead again.
Gabriel found the restaurant easily, and they had dinner. And they talked.
And they talked and they talked and they talked, about everything under the sun. They were completely different, they realized, but that just gave them more to talk about. They sat together until the restaurant closed.
"We really do need to go to Tennessee, though," Sam said as they walked out. "Something's killing people down there, and we can't just ignore that."
"Right," Gabriel nodded absently.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I just…" Gabriel hesitated, his usual cockiness nowhere to be seen, "So what do you think? I promised I'd leave you alone if you asked, so say the word and—"
Sam put a hand under the archangel's chin, tilting his face upward, and bent down to plant a chaste kiss on Gabriel's lips.
With a smirk, he kept walking, leaving Gabriel to gape at his back. "Wait up!" the angel called, jogging after the hunter. "So that's a yes to more?"
Sam sighed, smiling, "Once again, Gabriel, you were right. I wouldn't be completely opposed to 'more.'"
"Really?" Gabriel asked. "I mean, of course you wouldn't. This is me you're dealing with." He winked.
Sam laughed. "Right. So, uh, Tennessee? We could…um…get a motel room for the night? Then get started on the case tomorrow?"
Gabriel grinned. "Sounds good to me."
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A/N: The end! I hope you all enjoyed the story!
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